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Grime was and is a totally different scene to garage. As I said in >>7655, grime was made and enjoyed mainly by the youngers who couldn't get into garage raves. Garage did have its rough edges, occasionally there'd be a bit of beef at a rave or someone shooting holes in the ceiling to show off, but for the most part it was no nastier than any other UK music scene.
These days garage is a throwback scene, with most of the raves having strict dress codes, over-25s policies and the obligatory "tight but polite" security. Most of the top DJs are the wrong side of forty.
Even in the case of grime, in many ways it was a victim of self-fulfilling prophesies and racist stereotyping. Any chance Grime had of going mainstream was killed off by the hysteria that followed the Forward Riddim. Black boys at grime raves were behaving in a way that would be completely unremarkable at a metal gig, but the Met treated black moshers as potential rioters and killed off the scene with the notorious Form 696. The Met systematically prevented grime raves on the basis of "risk assessment" and threatened licensees if they hosted grime events.
Inevitably, if you outlaw a scene then it becomes a scene of outlaws. Grime was marginalised out to a handful of pirate radio shows and impromptu clashes in community centres and youth clubs. Grime in many respects became the living embodiment of Lord of the Flies. You had a bunch of hyped-up kids without the usual structure that keeps them in check.
The raves and clashes were all unlicensed, so there was no promoter keeping the acts in line and no security to keep out the undesirables. None of the sensible older ravers who just wanted a dance and a drink were going to turn out to some grotty community centre with no bar. Without any girls, the mandem had very little reason not to fight. Beef begat beef, and nobody involved had the age and maturity to be the bigger man or talk some sense into a mouthy mate. It was just a bunch of hard lads from a bad neighbourhood with a total lack of adult supervision. Grime could have gone international, but the Met killed it and the press egged them on. We can't allow black boys to have anything nice, after all.